March 1974
No Time for Self-pity
Turning her emotional problems over to Other Hands, she gets on with the job of living
I WAS TWENTY-FIVE when I shuddered my way out of the bottle and into the skid-road AA group of a large West Coast city. The other members of the group were men, the youngest being in his mid-forties. Although sober, some of them were still living on skid road. I wasn't--not yet--but I was getting uncomfortably close. I was still young, and I am a woman.
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